#masters of the air ships

[suugrbunz]

I’m so excited to see your ship request open again and that you’re feeling well enough to be back from hiatus! I’d love to request a MotA ship if you could.

I was born and raised in Illinois in a small farmer/coal miner community so while I’m Midwestern, I sound Southern (and use words that make others cringe like crick instead of creek). I have a bachelors and masters in military history (concentration in world war one and did a dissertation over tunnel warfare) but work in the customer service realm because I love helping others above all.

Others describe me as bubbly, level-headed, positive, caring, deeply loyal, and outspoken when I see something wrong - even if it gets me in trouble (ie: Steve Rogers getting beat up for standing up for others). While I’m quick to stand my ground and fight for others, I don’t do the same for myself. I am told I have the patience of a saint in dealing with Karen’s or ridiculous people, but I grew up in an abusive home life so I try to be patient and give people the benefit of the doubt.. then when they’re gone, roll my eyes at a coworker and lighten the mood with a joke or two. Like any Midwesterner, I love talking and chatting with others whether it’s something lighthearted or serious.

I grew up playing baseball and watching it (go Cardinals and Brewers!). I love the sport itself but it holds a special place in my heart because it was the only time my Dad, sister, and myself could get away from any troubles we were facing as a family. When it’s not baseball season and I’m not with my friends, I’m out doing some photography for fun, taking a walk, reading a book, playing a video game, or watching a TV drama like One Day or Downton Abbey.

Thank you!!

hi! thanks for sending in the desc. for the ship!! 🫶🏼 I ship you withhhh...

☆ Ken Lemmons ☆

i feel like you two would meet at a farmer's market, idk why but it makes sense? maybe he works at the farmer's market, gives you a really good deal because he thinks you're cute.

cuteness discount.

i feel like he's very smiley around you when you've first met because he's feeling a tad bit shy but its ok he'll get used to that feeling

you two chat for a bit, he asks what your plans are for the produce you're buying, etc

its honestly just a really pleasant meeting and then finally he just asks if you'd want to go to the county fair with him, as date

and that's your date, pure fun.

he tries to win prizes for you

and some kids that were having a hard time winning a game

so now you and some kids have cute stuffed animals

absolute win for everyone— you're happy, kids are happy, and he's happy to be able to make everyone happy.

ooo and the fair food

i feel like he'd accidentally spill his soda on himself

he is a little bummed as he wore one of his favourite shirts on the date but tries to laugh it off for the time being

after the date...he does not kiss you as he believes it's a bit too early for that.

the first kiss happens about two months after dating

he initiated

its a timid kiss ‹𝟹

hes very gentle tbh

he isn't 100% sure about kissing but when you start to kiss back his heart just explodes with joy !!

Song for you two; Lavender Girl by Caamp :)

[baberoe-archive]

how to be john egan

poem: how to be a dog by andrew kane / screencaps from @itstheheebiejeebies

[lonesomecupid]

They were made for eachother

[meyerlansky]

😘 see you later 😘

[coldarena]

History is Full of Wars coming November 16th 7PM GMT!!

a 24 page full colour zine for Band of Brothers, The Pacific, and Masters of the Air featuring all ur faves!!!! will be available here this zine is not for profit and all proceeds will go to ActionAid's Gaza Appeal for Hygiene Kits

[hogans-heroes]

Inspired by the Top Gun version

[lewis-winters]

anyway, gale cleven is trying to be the hand that feeds and comforts john egan, but since announcing that he's getting married to marge and effectively leaving john behind in all the ways that count, any tenderness from gale hurts more than it actually helps john, do you understand? so here john is, biting the hand that feeds and cares for him, either in an effort to recalibrate their relationship, reset their boundaries (you're getting married now, we need to stop acting like we're each others' first priority because that's going to fuck up your chances at being happy and my heart can't take it) or to make gale's abandonment of him happen faster (you need to be the one to rip the bandaid off, buck, because I sure can't).

but there is also a high chance he's doing it to be petty (why isn't this hurting you as much as it's hurting me, buck, huh? why aren't you hurting like me! i thought it was you and me until the end, buck, so why is my heart breaking on its own and you're fucking fine? fuck you).

(and the answer is gale isn't fine. none of this is fine to gale. he wants to keep them both, do you understand? he wants to live to go home to marge, and he wants john to live so gale could bring him home. gale wants them both, ok? in any capacity they both will allow. that's what he wants. he still hasn't understood why, yet, but he does. he just doesn't know how to fucking FIX IT.)

[panevanbuckley]

requested by @waitingforsols ▸ Harry Crosby & Joseph 'Bubbles' Payne in Masters of the Air

[alienoresimagines]

Bucky: Buck, I'm sad.

Buck: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Benny: Brady, I'm sad.

Brady, nodding: mood.

[spineless-lobster]

No because when Achilles said to Patroclus “If only the multitude of Trojans would die, and all the Greeks, and we alone, the two of us, survived the devastation, so we alone together could destroy the sacred crown of Troy.”

and when Egan said to Cleven “If this whole thing ended and there were only two pilots left up in the air… It’d be me and it’d be you, Buck.”

[kafka-ohdear]

"he said something like 'it should've been me and you getting married'."

callum turner i swear just admit you fell in love with austin butler and stop hurting me like this.

[suugrbunz]

ahhhhhh I need a mota ship please 🥹

i’m a total introverted, shy girl type when i meet someone and it’s so annoying bc once i’m out of my shell im like a total different person but it usually takes a persistent type of person to get me there. i love to read and study english lit, writing and poetry are just my favorite things ever. romance is just 😍🥰❤️ i love it. i could talk for hours about my favorite books or even movie adaptations especially if ive had a few drinks. im very girly and love having my nails/hair/make up done but in more of a muted neutral kind of way. i do feel like i have a secret adventurous side though, it just takes some time and comfort for her to show up. i used to date a guy with a motorcycle and going for rides made me realize maybe i have a secret adrenaline seeking side? ive realized there’s still a lot of me i have to learn lol. sometimes i think im boring or a bit of a priss but if im comfortable enough i feel like a normal person in their early 20s every once in a while 🥲

no you can't have a ship bugger off. joking. of course you can!! yk what all these mota ships have in common? ... Including me as the writer. We are all suckers for writing and romance.

︵‿୨Curtis Biddick୧‿︵

Ima be real any man in the army air force definitely was naturally persistent and stubborn (and possibly arrogant)

I feel like you two would look so pretty together

like youre such a cute couple 𖹭

but because you have a shell people need to break through

...that means a friend introduced you two, that's the only logical way of this relationship coming about

he'll pay for your nails to be done

and if you paint them? he'll help you pay for nail polish because good quality nail polish isn't that cheap anymore

perhaps, you two first meet and he's just intrigued by you.

so he HAS to know more

absolutely has to.

so he'll be a quiet presence around you, making some small talk

because small talk can grow !!

it can become useful !!

the way he gets you to talk? books and their adaptations

he had to ask a friend of yours about what you love so he could get you to talk but

he did it

first date? a bookstore

he picks out a book for you

you pick out a book for him

praying that you get a good book

as for the adrenaline side?

definitely can handle that

you two can definitely do random things for the thrill of it together just because it'll help you wriggle out of the shell for a moment

I think that's the best part of the human experience doing something that makes you uncontrollably smile as pure joy fills your body

and that smile that you'll wear in that most is like the smile a kid wears when theyre in a candy shop.

so when he's able to get you to smile like that, he's so smitten

Which is how the first kiss occurs

it just sort of happens when you're in the midst of smiling

He presses this sweet kiss to your cheek and pulls you into a tender hug

he can't help it

when you're in love, things like that just sort of happen

He'll be there for you no matter the era of your life, he loves watching you discover yourself.

mwah love this dynamic

song ooo song ok

I think it'll be something light hearted but sentimental?

what about

with or without you by U2

That's a lovely song, I think?

[johnslittlespoon]

thinking about curt always getting a little too smashed at pub nights and gale and john having to take turns carrying him back home bridal style or with him clinging to their fronts like a koala

but also thinking about john getting too sloshed one night and leaning on gale as the three of them walk back to the barracks, saying "how come y'guys never carry me home?" all indignant and offended and gale just laughs and is like "why don't you ask curt? maybe it's his turn to do the carrying."

curt ends up giving john a piggy back ride home with them veering back and forth on the path as curt stumbles and gale walks behind them with the fondest look on his face, watching his boys giggle and try to stay upright with john's long legs sticking out

and curt inevitably ends up taking a tumble into the dirt when john leans too far to one side in his laughter and the two of them land in a pile of tangled limbs, doing that kind of laughter where sound doesn't even come out bc they're just gasping for air

gale carries a camera around on base and he pulls it out to snap a picture of the two of them on their backs with tears of laughter in their eyes and he cherishes the picture forever and ever <3 the three of them look back on moments like that when shit gets stressful and overwhelming and they know they get to come back to each other at the end of every mission, and no matter where they are it feels like home because they are each other's home :')

[jakes3resin]

Modern Reincarnation AU Part 4 ✨️

Part 3

"John?"

Bucky storms past Jack into the townhouse. It's rude, but he'll apologize later. He doesn't know why he came here instead of his apartment. Old habits dying a hard drawn out death, maybe? He hadn't been thinking clearly. Hadn't been thinking at all really until he found himself waved through by his father's security detail.

"Oh, is that John?" He hears his father call out, dress shoes clicking against hardwood as he walks closer, but Bucky stomps up the stairs towards his room before he sees the man. His breaths come out in rushes as tears keep burning his eyes.

Shit, he thought he'd gotten those under control on the train.

Slamming his door, he slides down until he rests against the floor. He tosses his bag to the side wincing at the sound it makes. Hopefully his laptop survives. At some point he does actually have to do the work he went to the library to finish.

The library.

Buck and Curt.

They wouldn't, Bucky tells himself. They wouldn't. Curt was one of his best friends, and Buck loved him. They...

Fuck they were roommates! Why the hell were they talking about that shit in public? In the place Bucky considered his? Why even pretend? Why drag Bucky into this? Why?!

Bucky buries his face into his hands. His chest hitches as he tries not to sob. He doesn't want his father or Jack to worry about him. He doesn't want to talk this through.

He wants...

He wants Buck. He wants the other to pull him into his arms. To kiss him again as if today had never happened. There was something else about being with Buck, something he'd never felt with anyone else be they friend or lover. He made Bucky feel safe and wanted. Wanted not because of his family and connections but because he was himself.

Buck would know how to make him feel better.

He laughs quietly through his tears. Distantly, he can hear Jack briefing his father downstairs, the words faint but he hears his name and tears used together. His laughter is more sob than anything else. Of course, the one good thing he'd found would end up belonging to someone else. Story of his life.

✨️

There's too much work to do. At least that's the excuse Bucky gave himself for not confronting Buck and Curt immediately. There wasn't time for a confrontation and subsequent blowup of his life.

At least that's the lie he tells himself.

Bucky chews on the straw of his iced coffee as he skims yet another chapter. There's a pumpkin muffin in front of him that he swore would be his reward for getting through this fourty page reading. Midterms have come and gone, but Bucky still has deadlines to meet and research to complete. He can't sit in his room forever, as much as his father and Jack would sometimes prefer that. Better protection from whatever sent Bucky crying to his room as his father would argue. Better protection for his father's political career Jack would quip.

Speaking of protection, Bucky glanced to the side of the cafe towards his security detail. At least these guys attempted to blend in. His father must have briefed them on his track record with previous details. Bucky smirked around his straw. They'd be easy to lose come rush hour. A bit of fun even.

Bucky turned back to his reading, squinting down at the words.

"American airmen during World War II had a dismal life expectancy. It was not a matter of if an airman was going to be shot down but when. Once downed, airmen faced an uncertain 'reception committee,' as Second Lieutenant Kenneth C. Reimer noted in a drawing he made as a POW in Stalag Luft I in Barth, Germany... 'for every [ground combat] soldier killed in action, three or four others would be wounded; air combat was completely the opposite. For every man wounded, three were killed.'"

"Bucky?" A hand settles on his shoulder jolting him out of his reading.

Bucky kept his shoulders loose as he turns around. Buck stares down at him, a bright smile on his face that Bucky can't help but match despite his grief. It wasn't even something he could control. Buck smiled at him, so he smiled back. Bucky felt pitiful.

Buck's sky blue eyes are clear and happy as they dart across Bucky's face. There's no sign that he realizes Bucky overheard him yesterday.

Bucky lifts a hand to calm his detail, all alert now after Buck's friendly greeting. He sees the nearest agent settle back into their chair but knows none of them are relaxed. He darts a look up at Buck, peering at the other through his glasses to see if he'd noticed the disturbance.

Buck's gaze, as it always does, doesn't leave Bucky's face. Even when he rounds the table to sit down, his eyes are pinned on Bucky and nothing else.

"Sorry I couldn't meet up yesterday," Buck dumps his bag onto the chair next to him. Bucky's smile twitches. Buck sits down across from him. His legs tangle with Buck's own under the table, Buck's foot gently bumping his ankle.

"It's fine," Bucky chomps down on his straw. "How was your advisor meeting anyway?"

"It was good," Buck smiles at him, not even a hint of guilt on his face. "Real good."

Buck had told Bucky he was called to fill in a shift yesterday and that was why he supposedly hadn't been able to meet up. A lie Buck hadn't even bothered to remember. His advisor meetings were also always in the morning on Thursdays. Today was Tuesday.

Buck was still lying to him, and he wasn't even guilty about it.

✨️

"I went by your place yesterday. You weren't home." Buck swings their clasped hands through the air.

"Hmm?" Bucky glanced away from the traffic around them. His detail were staying a conspicuous ten feet back, but they were annoyingly keen when Buck offered to walk him back to his apartment.

Bucky would lose them another day.

Buck laughed, deep and airy. Bucky struggled not to lose himself in it. That was what made this so hard. Bucky still loved Buck, and Buck still acted like Bucky was his whole world and then some.

"Oh," Bucky finally processed what Buck had said. "No, I went to my dad's for the night."

"Really?" Buck squeezes his hand. Bucky hates how much comfort Buck's touch gives him.

Does Curt receive the same...? No Bucky doesn't let himself finish the thought.

"How was it?" Concern bleeds into Buck's voice. Bucky hates how genuine it sounds. He's starting to use that word more than any other. The longer he looks at Buck, the more he has to hate to save his heart.

"Fine," Bucky shrugged stepping further away as they came to a stoplight. "The usual."

"The Bucky I know wouldn't give such a short answer," Buck stepped closer eating up the space Bucky had put between them. "Not unless something happened yesterday. Come on, you okay?"

Bucky felt the words bubbling up his throat.

I saw you. I saw him. Why are you here staring at me like I'm the most important thing in the world when you have him? Why are you doing this to me? I love you. I love you so much it feels like my soul hurts. I hate you.

"Spent most of the night avoiding his staffers." Bucky lied. "Barely saw him, Jack either, yet he still asked me to move home at breakfast."

Buck nods, accepting his lies. Was that what they were now? Not a relationship, simply a lie? Bucky wasn't sure anymore. His heart thumped against his rib cage, anger and love in every other beat, but he wasn't sure which would win.

Buck had become his whole world in such a short amount of time. He thought the feeling was mutual, but yesterday showed just how stupid Bucky really was.

"How about this," Buck nudged his hip. "Why don't I stay over tonight? We'll binge a few movies, order something, and have night in. Then,"

Buck paused with a stupid grin that, despite himself, Bucky still found charming. Fuck, he was truly pathetic for this.

"I'll sweep you off your feet and take you to bed. How does that sound?"

"Won't Curt be expecting you?" The question pops out of him without meaning to. Gale furrows his brow, confusion growing in his eyes.

"Curt won't miss me tonight."

Sure, he won't, Bucky thinks bitterly.

✨️

"John," Jack's voice was a surprise. Especially considering it was his father's number calling him.

"You've gotten much better at your Jack impression," Bucky answers just to be annoying. "Does he know you impersonate him on official numbers?"

"You're not as funny as you believe."

"Ooh, you even have his disapproving tone down. I feel like he's in the room with us!" Bucky laughs. He peers around the corner. Buck's still where he left him, buried in his phone texting someone.

Bucky doesn't let himself think about who that person is.

"Your father wants to invite you to a dinner tomorrow. You can even bring that boy that walked you home. The one that hasn't left." Pages flip in the background as Jack talks. Probably governmental reports his father was supposed to read.

"You know you're not his chief of staff anymore?" Bucky leaned his hip against the counter. "You don't have to read reports or wrangle his kid to government dinners to help his image as a family man. You're his husband now, you're the family."

"You're my kid too by that logic, so wrangling you gets to stay on my resume." Bucky snorts out a laugh. "Besides, it's not a state dinner or anything. He just wants to see you."

Guilt gnaws at his heart. Buck pokes his head into the kitchen, phone no longer holding all of his attention.

"Fine," Bucky groans. "But if he brings up the apartment again, I'm walking out with my food on my plate even if it's the good plates."

"See you tomorrow at 7 then. Bring your boy." Jack hangs up without a goodbye.

✨️

It'll be me, and it'll be you, Buck.

Don't count on it.

Bucky jerks awake. His dream flashes through his head too fast for him to remember anything. Scenes superimpose over each other, words jumble together. At least this one wasn't a nightmare. Those always left him shakey and off balance all day.

His dreams have always been vivid, ever since he was a kid. The child psychologists he'd gone to had said it was normal and simply a sign of a well developed imagination.

Bucky runs a hand through his hair groaning when he glances towards his bedside clock. It's nearly an hour until he has to get up, but he knows that he won't be getting back to sleep before then.

Buck lays curled up next to him on the bed. Bucky reaches out to brush a hand through the other's hair. Buck twitches leaning into the feeling for half a second but doesn't stir beyond that.

Bucky sighs. Extricating himself from Buck's long limbs takes time. Somehow in the night, Buck had nearly fused them together as if even asleep the man refused to let him go. Arms layered over arms. Legs tangled together. It's an excellent distraction from his dreams but not from the problems of the waking world. If only he could forget those once he woke up like he did his dreams.

It's only when he's pouring water for his coffee that he realizes he recognizes the voice from his dream. A first for him.

It'd been Buck's.

✨️

(Not a confrontation I know, but it builds my AU lol)

[meyerlansky]

the expression of a man who knows if he comes back alive he's getting the sloppiest head his boy is capable of giving

[latibvles]

100 paired prompts list -⁴²⁾ a blocked (or unknown) number and traffic lights, for Vivian!

DIDN'T HAVE TO.

more frat boys au because im stuck in this trench. thanks for the prompt, merc!! another general "viv's dad sucks in every way a dad Can Suck" warning.

James whistles from his spot up front, peering out the window onto the street as Viv approaches, shrugging on her jacket and looking at him curiously.

“News says it’s below freezing tonight. You walkin’ home, Vivvy?” he asks, looking at her curiously. She knows it's both a question and a well-meaning proposition — which is enough to make her smile a little bit, but shake her head.

“My ride’s waiting for me. I appreciate it though,” she hums. “Oh! And I won’t be coming in tomorrow. Sorority stuff,” the host nods, looking half-mournful as he leans on the wood podium. Viv chuckles a little, rolling her eyes in slight amusement as he straightens out, looking past her once more towards the downtown street, lit up by window signs and orangey street lamps.

“Right, see you…”

“Monday.”

“Monday, right.” Vivian zips up her jacket, heading out the door and looking down at her phone. Bucky’s text is simple: ‘on the corner’ following up their previous conversation: which was Viv going ‘I don’t mind walking’ and Bucky reacting with a thumbs down emoji. She recognizes his car further down the street and speed-walks towards it, already eager to get away from the chill of late autumn. She chuckles when she approaches, peering into the window. Bucky is leaning back in his seat, eyes shut, arms crossed over his chest.

She raps her knuckles on the glass and he shoots up, looking around before his gaze settles on her, effectively startled, and Viv laughs.

In spite of his initial fright, he smiles when he sees her and she hears the faint click of the doors unlocking. She opens the door pretty quickly after that, tossing her bag into the backseat.

“Knight in shining armor,” she teases, as opposed to a proper greeting, before following it up with: “Sorry if I smell like a deep fryer.” He waves it off dismissively.

“No problem. I love french fries.” Viv swats him in the center of his chest for that, which makes him laugh with an additional mutter of seat belt as she settles into her spot. The engine of his car revs to life, phone connecting to the speakers and Bucky’s all-over-the-place playlist hopping to the next track. He pulls off the curb as Viv pulls her hair out of its low barely-there pony and sighs in relief, scratching at her head.

“You were right by the way.” He glances at her momentarily and she’s looking at him dead-on. “Saw that woman in my calculus class with your economics professor — I avoided their table like the plague.” Bucky makes a noise, something between a squawk and a gasp that has Viv throwing her head back in a fit of laughter. “The fuck was that?!”

“Sorry— sorry I just— that was supposed to be a joke,” Bucky laughs a little, breathless and shoulders shaking. “Holy shit, what’d they order?” She can’t help but grin, knowing he’s going to hate the answer.

“Big plate of spaghetti. Think they were trying to do Lady and the Tramp.”

“Gross.” Viv can’t help her second bout of laughter at the scrunch to Bucky’s nose, displeasure evident on his face. Fair enough; his economics professor is about a half a century older than both of them — but her classmates also had a solid ten years on either of them, so more power to her.

“You think they got together before or after realizing she’s a student at his place of work?” She asks, just to watch him scrunch his nose again.

“Whichever makes it more likely that his desk’s clean because I’ve definitely touched it with my bare hands.”

Viv snorts again, rolling her eyes with a parroted gross that has him grinning from ear to ear, wide and bright as it usually is. She lets her gaze shift outside the window to the darkened downtown streets — some windows slightly frosted, twinkling lights starting to go up. They hadn’t even passed Thanksgiving yet.

“Thanks again, for the ride. You didn’t have—”

“Vivian, if that sentence is anything but ‘you didn’t have money on tonight’s game, did you?’ I’m going to ignore it,” Bucky cuts her off without missing a beat, and for a moment Viv just balks at him. He seems satisfied with himself, though, and she huffs.

“Well did you?”

“Fuck no. Rosie’s already killing me in the goddamn fantasy league. Can you believe that? I’m losing to a damn pledge, Viv.” He’s dramatic about it, bemoaning his fantasy football losses in a way that almost makes her forget that he really didn’t have to come pick her up from work. She was more than willing to tough out the hour-long walk back to the sorority house while her car got fixed, but evidently he had other plans. Ones that involve waiting on the curb for her to clock out after closing and enthrall her with the woes he has about his fantasy league. He swears under his breath as he catches the red light. The one at this intersection always feels like it lasts forever. The vermilion glow casts shadows on his face that Viv can’t really help but stare at. She likes how it makes his curls look impossibly blacker, like ink.

“Are you h—,” her question is cut off by her phone ringing and she looks down.

Viv can’t help the souring of her expression at the unsaved number, but lately he’s been calling so much that she knows who it is automatically. She’s more than grateful that her friends haven’t cast stones over her inability to block his number. She’d be going back for Thanksgiving break and a lot could happen in a week. While she’s willing to fight her father on a lot of things; it isn’t smart to forfeit him from paying her phone bill while she’s in school.

This is the fourth time he’s called her tonight. She couldn’t answer the other three because she was working. And there’s a permanence in blocking him out  entirely that has Viv a little terrified. Nail in the coffin, something like that — she’s put the hammer down for now and she isn’t sure if she’s quite ready to pick it back up again.

“Viv?” Bucky looks over at her fully, brows furrowing in concern, pulling her out of her thoughts. Her thumb hovers over the pick-up button.

“S’just my dad,” she manages. “This should be qui—”

She hardly registers Bucky reaching for her phone, plucking it from her as she opens her mouth in protest. He holds up his finger though as he picks up and presses it to his ear. Viv swallows hard, hands curling into fists. She can’t really hear what her dad is saying, but she can hear the muffled sound of his voice as he yells into the phone.

When I call you, answer. I’ll cut you off. I’ll make you transfer. If you wanna act like a grown little girl so bad—

Bucky’s face contorts into something like disgust. She can tell in that moment he just might spout off at the mouth. Viv reaches over to grasp at his wrist, shooting him a pleading look.

She hasn’t been scared of her father since she was fourteen. She still isn’t, but she doesn’t want Bucky to step in it with him. It’d be like arguing with a brick wall.

Bucky nods once, still saying nothing. Letting her father spout off at the mouth and taking it all without a word. Eventually the muffled shouting stops.

“Yeah, sure thing Mr. Savorre. I just didn’t want to talk on the phone and drive, y’know? Not exactly safe driving habits. They teach that one in high school. You have a good night now,” Bucky drawls, Viv’s eyes feel like they might pop out of her head as he hangs up and the light turns green. He passes her phone back to her and she can hardly believe what’s just happened.

She can’t help the noise — somewhere between a laugh and a scoff of disbelief.

“You…”

He smiles, softer than before, goes to pat her knee twice then squeeze it.

“So what’re your plans for Thanksgiving break?”